The Past's Revenge: Chapter 14
Title: The Past's Revenge
Author: luna_dove
Summery: Michael Yardly, a dangerous enemy from Myka’s past, shows up bent on revenge. Years ago Myka put his brother in jail for the death of her sister, Tracy. Now he is determined to make Myka pay by targeting the family Myka has built for herself, especially one member that has filled the void of her little sister: Claudia.
Rating: PG-13 for violence and swearing.
Spoilers: Spoilers up to and including "For the Team."
Disclaimer: I don’t own Warehouse 13.
Note: H.G. LOVERS, I AM SHAMELESSLY PROMOTING THIS FIC AS PRO-H.G.!
Previous Chapters: Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13
Chapter 14: Fault
Burning... Everything was burning...
“Myka!” Myka turned her head, hearing her name being said. It was both a shout and a whimper. “Myka help me, please!” Claudia. Myka started running towards the sound through the fiery room...
‘Where are you, Claudia?’ She thought. She opened her mouth to call out for the girl, but smoke immediately infiltrated her lungs and sent her coughing. Covering her mouth with her hand, still coughing, she ran forward through the flames.
“Myka!”
‘I’m coming, Claudia, I’m coming.’ She thought, rushing towards the sound of Claudia’s cries for her. Finally, she saw two people through the flames.
The first was Claudia, curled up on the ground, arms thrown over the head in an effort to protect herself. Through the young woman’s arms, Myka could see tear tracks and blood running down Claudia’s face - contorted in pain.
The second person was standing, beating Claudia viciously. She had something in her hands, something that she was bringing down on Claudia again and again.
Michael...
This time she wouldn’t be too slow, Myka thought. This time she would stop Michael, she would save Claudia...
“No, please stop! Please help me Myka!” Claudia said, looking up to the figure above her, begging her to stop the pain.
“Claudia!” Myka called out, but the roar of the flames was too much for Claudia to hear. But the first person did.
They looked up through the flames and directly into Myka’s eyes.
Myka stopped running and stared in shock.
Her own exactly formed duplicate was standing up above Claudia, a baseball bat in her hand, blood all over her hands and a sinister look in her eyes.
“No...” Myka said, trying to move forward, but suddenly she was bound to the pole in Michael’s basement again. Her wrists were tied behind her, her torso and chest bound to the pole, her ankles pinned with ropes to the piece of black metal that was preventing her from getting to Claudia.
“Myka...” Claudia said, not seeing the bound Myka in front of her, but looking up at her attacker. “Please, help me...” She reached up for her with a trembling hand, but the duplicate Myka just slammed her hand down on it.
The real Myka and Claudia’s screams mixed together as Claudia’s hand broke. Claudia curled herself even tighter, still sobbing.
“Please Myka, I’m sorry.” Claudia sobbed. “Please...”
“Claudia!” Myka screamed, thrashing and attempting to get to her as the duplicate Myka slammed the bat down on Claudia again and again. “CLAUDIA!”
“Myka! Myka wake up!” Myka awoke to find Claudia standing over her, lightly slapping her cheeks, a frantic look in her eyes.
“Claudia - you -” Myka said, more confused than ever before.
“You were dreaming, Myka.” Claudia said, settling her back down into the pillows. “Whatever happened, it was just a dream.”
“But -” Myka said, her eyes beginning to water. “It, it could have - I could have -”
“It’s okay.” Claudia said. “It’s alright.”
“I’m sorry.” Myka said plaintively. “I’m sorry.” Tears began to spill over her cheeks and she buried her head in her arms. “Sorry. All my fault.”
“No, it isn’t Myka.” Claudia said, immediately guessing at what she was apologizing for.
“Yes it is. Michael, you, everybody hurt... All my fault.” Myka said, trying to explain, but wasn’t able to due to her gasping, heavy sobs.
“It’s okay.” Claudia said, ignoring the fact that Myka was sick and wrapping her in a hug. Unlike Claudia’s hugs, this one lasted longer than a few seconds.
As dawn broke upon the bookstore, Claudia gently held Myka as her body was racked with sobs.
*
The next few days passed more peacefully for Myka and Claudia than they had known in the past weeks.
Myka slowly began to get better, both in body and mind. After her nightmare, she hadn’t talked to Claudia anymore about what had happened between her and Michael, but felt better for at least getting some of it out in the open. Her illness faded and the healthy glow that she had lost since Claudia had been taken was beginning to come back to a soft, gentle glimmer. Having Claudia near her, not shrinking away or terrified of her was helping her immensely.
For her part, Claudia was also recovering even faster now that she was near Myka. She rushed through her physical therapy without complaint now, the faster to be back near Myka. While they didn’t talk about Michael, or even much at all, a comfortable silence seemed to hang between the two women as they sat on the bed of sofa cushions together, reading. Claudia was almost midway through her stack of Stephen King books - every book that he had ever written.
Vanessa hung back from the two, understanding that she couldn’t heal the problems between the two - it was something they had to do on their own. Instead she would do work or read in the guest bedroom that Myka’s parents had. She would have given it to Claudia in her still recovering state, but neither Myka nor Claudia had suggested that Claudia should have it, and Vanessa had understood not to rock the fragile boat that they were on.
Four calm days passed this way.
On the night of the fourth day, nothing was out of the ordinary. Vanessa was upstairs in her room, typing on her laptop a report to the Regents about both Myka and Claudia’s health, Myka was just finishing The Odyssey - again (she had read it at least twelve times since her fifteenth birthday) and Claudia was midway through The Shining and trying not to show how terrified she was.
“It’s just a novel, Claud.” Myka said warmly, trying to control her amusement at Claudia’s nose just inches from the paper.
“The warehouse has an entire section devoted to Stephen King, Myka.” Claudia said, her voice unusually high-pitched. “I should know, considering the unfortunate incident with Artie and that copy of Misery.”
“Pete and I stopped you from breaking his legs.” Myka said absentmindedly, reading the final page of her book.
“What do you want to bet that there’s an entire shelf about The Shining?” Claudia said, waving the novel.
“Why don’t you take a break?” Myka suggested, shutting her book.
“Okay.” Claudia said, tossing the book away from her like it was going to bite her. “I’ll put my valuable warehouse training skills to the test and take what I learned from Artie to put my fears at ease.” She got up from the couches.
“Where are you going?” Myka asked.
“To the kitchen! I need to bake cookies!”
Myka chuckled at Claudia’s tone, but shot straight up as she heard Claudia scream.
“Claudia!” She said, throwing back the blankets from her bed. She tried her best to run to her, but could only manage a feeble hobbling jog. Pledging never to let Vanessa use another healing artifact on her ever again, (‘Heals you faster my ass’ Myka thought angrily) Myka finally made it to where Claudia was - the front door, halfway on her way to the kitchen.
Claudia was standing by the doors, clutching her chest, taking deep breaths. She was perfectly fine, albeit a bit surprised because staring at her through the glass doors of the bookstore were Pete and Artie.
Author: luna_dove
Summery: Michael Yardly, a dangerous enemy from Myka’s past, shows up bent on revenge. Years ago Myka put his brother in jail for the death of her sister, Tracy. Now he is determined to make Myka pay by targeting the family Myka has built for herself, especially one member that has filled the void of her little sister: Claudia.
Rating: PG-13 for violence and swearing.
Spoilers: Spoilers up to and including "For the Team."
Disclaimer: I don’t own Warehouse 13.
Note: H.G. LOVERS, I AM SHAMELESSLY PROMOTING THIS FIC AS PRO-H.G.!
Previous Chapters: Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13
Chapter 14: Fault
Burning... Everything was burning...
“Myka!” Myka turned her head, hearing her name being said. It was both a shout and a whimper. “Myka help me, please!” Claudia. Myka started running towards the sound through the fiery room...
‘Where are you, Claudia?’ She thought. She opened her mouth to call out for the girl, but smoke immediately infiltrated her lungs and sent her coughing. Covering her mouth with her hand, still coughing, she ran forward through the flames.
“Myka!”
‘I’m coming, Claudia, I’m coming.’ She thought, rushing towards the sound of Claudia’s cries for her. Finally, she saw two people through the flames.
The first was Claudia, curled up on the ground, arms thrown over the head in an effort to protect herself. Through the young woman’s arms, Myka could see tear tracks and blood running down Claudia’s face - contorted in pain.
The second person was standing, beating Claudia viciously. She had something in her hands, something that she was bringing down on Claudia again and again.
Michael...
This time she wouldn’t be too slow, Myka thought. This time she would stop Michael, she would save Claudia...
“No, please stop! Please help me Myka!” Claudia said, looking up to the figure above her, begging her to stop the pain.
“Claudia!” Myka called out, but the roar of the flames was too much for Claudia to hear. But the first person did.
They looked up through the flames and directly into Myka’s eyes.
Myka stopped running and stared in shock.
Her own exactly formed duplicate was standing up above Claudia, a baseball bat in her hand, blood all over her hands and a sinister look in her eyes.
“No...” Myka said, trying to move forward, but suddenly she was bound to the pole in Michael’s basement again. Her wrists were tied behind her, her torso and chest bound to the pole, her ankles pinned with ropes to the piece of black metal that was preventing her from getting to Claudia.
“Myka...” Claudia said, not seeing the bound Myka in front of her, but looking up at her attacker. “Please, help me...” She reached up for her with a trembling hand, but the duplicate Myka just slammed her hand down on it.
The real Myka and Claudia’s screams mixed together as Claudia’s hand broke. Claudia curled herself even tighter, still sobbing.
“Please Myka, I’m sorry.” Claudia sobbed. “Please...”
“Claudia!” Myka screamed, thrashing and attempting to get to her as the duplicate Myka slammed the bat down on Claudia again and again. “CLAUDIA!”
“Myka! Myka wake up!” Myka awoke to find Claudia standing over her, lightly slapping her cheeks, a frantic look in her eyes.
“Claudia - you -” Myka said, more confused than ever before.
“You were dreaming, Myka.” Claudia said, settling her back down into the pillows. “Whatever happened, it was just a dream.”
“But -” Myka said, her eyes beginning to water. “It, it could have - I could have -”
“It’s okay.” Claudia said. “It’s alright.”
“I’m sorry.” Myka said plaintively. “I’m sorry.” Tears began to spill over her cheeks and she buried her head in her arms. “Sorry. All my fault.”
“No, it isn’t Myka.” Claudia said, immediately guessing at what she was apologizing for.
“Yes it is. Michael, you, everybody hurt... All my fault.” Myka said, trying to explain, but wasn’t able to due to her gasping, heavy sobs.
“It’s okay.” Claudia said, ignoring the fact that Myka was sick and wrapping her in a hug. Unlike Claudia’s hugs, this one lasted longer than a few seconds.
As dawn broke upon the bookstore, Claudia gently held Myka as her body was racked with sobs.
*
The next few days passed more peacefully for Myka and Claudia than they had known in the past weeks.
Myka slowly began to get better, both in body and mind. After her nightmare, she hadn’t talked to Claudia anymore about what had happened between her and Michael, but felt better for at least getting some of it out in the open. Her illness faded and the healthy glow that she had lost since Claudia had been taken was beginning to come back to a soft, gentle glimmer. Having Claudia near her, not shrinking away or terrified of her was helping her immensely.
For her part, Claudia was also recovering even faster now that she was near Myka. She rushed through her physical therapy without complaint now, the faster to be back near Myka. While they didn’t talk about Michael, or even much at all, a comfortable silence seemed to hang between the two women as they sat on the bed of sofa cushions together, reading. Claudia was almost midway through her stack of Stephen King books - every book that he had ever written.
Vanessa hung back from the two, understanding that she couldn’t heal the problems between the two - it was something they had to do on their own. Instead she would do work or read in the guest bedroom that Myka’s parents had. She would have given it to Claudia in her still recovering state, but neither Myka nor Claudia had suggested that Claudia should have it, and Vanessa had understood not to rock the fragile boat that they were on.
Four calm days passed this way.
On the night of the fourth day, nothing was out of the ordinary. Vanessa was upstairs in her room, typing on her laptop a report to the Regents about both Myka and Claudia’s health, Myka was just finishing The Odyssey - again (she had read it at least twelve times since her fifteenth birthday) and Claudia was midway through The Shining and trying not to show how terrified she was.
“It’s just a novel, Claud.” Myka said warmly, trying to control her amusement at Claudia’s nose just inches from the paper.
“The warehouse has an entire section devoted to Stephen King, Myka.” Claudia said, her voice unusually high-pitched. “I should know, considering the unfortunate incident with Artie and that copy of Misery.”
“Pete and I stopped you from breaking his legs.” Myka said absentmindedly, reading the final page of her book.
“What do you want to bet that there’s an entire shelf about The Shining?” Claudia said, waving the novel.
“Why don’t you take a break?” Myka suggested, shutting her book.
“Okay.” Claudia said, tossing the book away from her like it was going to bite her. “I’ll put my valuable warehouse training skills to the test and take what I learned from Artie to put my fears at ease.” She got up from the couches.
“Where are you going?” Myka asked.
“To the kitchen! I need to bake cookies!”
Myka chuckled at Claudia’s tone, but shot straight up as she heard Claudia scream.
“Claudia!” She said, throwing back the blankets from her bed. She tried her best to run to her, but could only manage a feeble hobbling jog. Pledging never to let Vanessa use another healing artifact on her ever again, (‘Heals you faster my ass’ Myka thought angrily) Myka finally made it to where Claudia was - the front door, halfway on her way to the kitchen.
Claudia was standing by the doors, clutching her chest, taking deep breaths. She was perfectly fine, albeit a bit surprised because staring at her through the glass doors of the bookstore were Pete and Artie.